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Jennifer Lawrence adds to her already considerable dossier of stealth intelligent women who are secretly bat-stuff crazy loons in this sad tale of aging Vogue cover stars stuck in the Midwest with only the character's ditched successful writing career and Pattinson's one acting class skills to save them. One "horny one moment, the next licking the window/knife-wielding" thrill-ride scene after the next, post-partum depression was never quite like this, kids! At least Sissy Spacek and Nick Nolte show up in nice supporting spots (check out their 1996 film "Affliction." There's a real portrait of age-old family trauma, even if not sponsored by Lancome).

Die My Love is full of drama with a touch of deep love which anticipates and unfolds fun. Very cinematic and talented characters with intriguing roles. A must-to-watch. The main character somehow lost her desire to continue being a writer and tries to make a change in search of a new life and beginning. However there is a lurking figure who constantly monitors her daily life in her new home. Here you'll find a different set of thoughts brought to life by talented characters.

Despite its committed performances, occasionally intriguing choices and generally quite gorgeous - and delightfully textured - cinematography, very little about Lynne Ramsay's 'Die My Love (2025)' worked for me, and I'm not sure why. It's definitely well-crafted in almost every area, and it knows what it's doing and does it exactly how it wants to, but it's honestly pretty boring. It says everything it's going to say by the halfway point, and it just keeps going. It's the kind of film that I feel as though I should've liked, especially since my brother - whose taste in cinema is almost identical to mine - genuinely enjoyed it, but I just don't and I can't lie about it. It doesn't move me, it doesn't work its way under my skin, it doesn't excite or delight or even frustrate me. It just plays out in front of me. I can tell it's quite good in its own way, but it simply doesn't connect with me and I'm pretty sure it's not just because I don't have first-hand experience of the subject matter. There have been plenty of movies about people and places and feelings and actions entirely unfamiliar to me, and many of them have found their way into my heart and touched me on a deep level. I'm aware that this kind of reads more as an apology than a review, but I simply can't quite put my finger on why I don't like this feature and therefore don't feel comfortable completely condemning it. It's exactly what it wants and needs to be, but it isn't for me. Sometimes, that's just the way it is I suppose.

Die My Love is a very boring version of postpartum depression, the kind of depression that only happens in movies. Jennifer Lawrence and Robert Pattinson are both completely miscast as a couple of people who seem to be a bit nuts. This depiction of depression, selfishness, and bad choices comes across as unrealistic unless you believe this modern couple are morons. There seem to be dream sequences but you can never be quite sure and Lawrence is acting for dear life, like the next Oscar is calling her name. The movie is filled with annoying sound effects and noises and like so many films takes place in a rural setting as if rural America and depression are synonymous. Neither lead is likable and so much of the movie is just Lawrence acting a bit crazy which is never realistic enough to be interesting and becomes monotonous. Pattinson's character is so unlikable and self-centered he makes her character seem sane in her decisions. This is just not a good movie. It's actually offensive in taking a serious subject and turning it into garbage for mass consumption.

I go into movies without watching trailers and knowing as little as possible. I did find out it's a dark comedy/thriller starring two talented actors, which was more than enough for me.

To demonstrate my experience with this movie, here is an imaginary conversation:

Me: What is this about?

Movie: Just wait!

Me: We're 40 minutes in, what is the hook? What is the intrigue?

Movie: Look how weird we are!

Me: Okay, but what is the purpose?

Movie: We're so realistic with lots of scenes of characters urinating or pleasuring themselves.

Me: Okay... but what am I even watching???

Movie: A story about a mother going through postpartum depression!

Me: Really????? That can't be it. Surely there is something more, some kind of escalation to a shocking climax.

Movie: Nah.

I'm not exaggerating, this is currently my worst movie of the year. I found it excruciatingly boring. Every scene goes on for too long. The attempts at being weird feel so pointless.

It's a complete waste of time. Even if you can watch this at home for free, it's not worth it.

(1 viewing, opening Thursday 11/6/2025)

I knew this type of movie would be for me, but I also understand it's a very niche genre. I think to some level, you have to understand what she's going through to appreciate it. I didn't suffer PPD, but my husband and I were in a car accident that almost killed me and took the life of our 19yr old daughter. We had only just moved to a new state for a fresh start 2mos prior. The year after the accident, I became isolated, depressed, and started to lose it, much in the same as she did. My husband still had to work and provide for me and our other children since I was injured and broken mentally. She literally was living out my intrusive thoughts in the movie. Maybe my situation made it hit close to home and appreciate seeing that on the screen. It also made me feel for my husband who had the weight of the world on his shoulders while grieving and losing me at the same time. My husband and I have been separated for awhile and I don't blame him. The story plays out much like a fractured mind, it's all over the place, but that's the most honest way to depict the story. Despite some negative reviews, I loved it and am glad this movie exists. The performances were amazing, especially Jennifer's. I hope she gets another Oscar for this.

Die My Love is, without question, one of the most misguided films to come out in recent years. What should have been an emotionally raw, psychological character study instead becomes a chaotic and incoherent mess that never quite knows what it wants to be. The film takes the word "bad" and uses it as its entire foundation, resulting in a movie so tonally scattered that it's almost unwatchable. Despite the undeniable talent of Jennifer Lawrence and Robert Pattinson, even they can't save this trainwreck from itself.

Jennifer Lawrence's character is written with such inconsistency that it's impossible to tell whether she's suffering from a legitimate mental illness or simply being portrayed as an unhinged narcissist. There's no subtlety, no buildup, and no emotional rhythm to her performance-not because Lawrence lacks ability, but because the direction and script leave her stranded. Her outbursts come out of nowhere, and the film mistakes erratic behavior for depth. The confusion it creates isn't thought-provoking-it's exhausting.

Robert Pattinson, meanwhile, gives one of his weakest performances to date. His character serves no real purpose beyond fueling Lawrence's chaotic unraveling, and his lack of emotional connection to either her or their child makes it hard to invest in anything happening on screen. The film attempts to paint a portrait of domestic turmoil and emotional neglect, but it ends up feeling like a grotesque parody of itself. Scenes drag on without meaning, dialogue feels improvised without direction, and the overall tone swings wildly between erotic thriller and deranged art-house experiment.

At its core, Die My Love is a story about a woman losing her identity and stability after becoming a mother, but it's told with such little coherence or empathy that the message is entirely lost. Instead of exploring postpartum depression or psychological decay with authenticity, it becomes a series of shocking moments stitched together with no emotional glue. Watching Lawrence slam her head into glass and walls repeatedly feels more exploitative than expressive-it's shock for shock's sake.

It's no wonder audiences have rejected this film entirely. The marketing promised an intense, dramatic experience led by two powerhouse actors, but what they got was a convoluted disaster that fails on nearly every level. There's no heart, no story, and no reason to care. It's just noise and suffering packaged as "prestige cinema." Die My Love is one of those rare films that not only disappoints-it actively frustrates you for sticking with it until the end.

Ultimately, this isn't just a bad movie; it's a cautionary tale about what happens when star power is mistaken for substance. Even the most talented performers can't salvage a project that doesn't respect its audience or its own story. Die My Love tries to be art, but it ends up being an endurance test-one that no viewer should have to sit through.

1/5 STARS - I just watched Die My Love and, after reading about the novel it's based on, I'm certain I'd feel the same way about the book as I do about the movie. The acting is fine, the cinematography is fine-but the film drags endlessly and feels like it will never end.

It also comes across as annoyingly pretentious in its attempts to portray a woman's descent into madness and postpartum depression. The problem is that when we first meet Grace, we're given almost no time to connect with her before she unravels. So instead of watching a gradual breakdown, she just seems unstable from the start, making it hard to care about her journey-or lack thereof.

Before long, I found myself yearning for this self-absorbed, tedious exercise in frustration to just be over. The story blurs the line between reality and delusion so vaguely that it's often unclear what's even happening. The supposed affair with the motorcycle helmet guy feels like a weird fever dream (apparently it's real in the book-which somehow makes it worse).

In the end, I'm still not sure what really happened to this violent, self-absorbed mess of a woman who shows no real desire to improve or heal. And honestly? I don't care. I'm just not a fan of abstract, nebulous, meandering, self-important works of "art."

Many reviews seem eager to praise Jennifer Lawrence's performance, but to me, it just felt like Jennifer Lawrence playing Jennifer Lawrence-only louder. She was fine, but far from transformative.

Not impressed, not moved, and I can't recommend this one.

Video review available on my YouTube Channel (Cyn's Corner)

I've watched this movie alone in cinema. I'm not expecting anything at all. But the movie delivered interesting plot and great acting from lead but it quite not brought that exciting part I kind of thought it needed. It was really cinematic but not engaging. I don't know but critic's review is somewhat different to public viewing's opinion about it. I managed to finish the movie and not leaving even though some viewers at the cinema already left just not half of the movie was over. But the movie for me, tackled depression and the state of coping about loss. It was average, but not for me on the first watch. Maybe on the second watch it'll grow and will also unravel some keys to my questions but indeed this movie is really not for everyone.

I just couldn't enjoy this film. I found the flick to be pretentious and the story jumps the gun far too often for the plot to hold any weight from the message being conveyed.

Yes, the film has some gorgeous cinematography and the acting is great, but that is about where the good stops for this one. The story goes absolutely nowhere. In about the last quarter of the film, I had felt like I finally got a grip on what Jennifer Lawrence's character was going through and why she kept doing these crazy things to herself, and I had thought, what a perfect way to end this film. Then it continued for another 25 minutes and lost me again with the meaning behind the film. It was as frustrating as seeing Lawrence's pregnant belly shrink and unshrink throughout the film, at intervals that make no sense.

The best part of the film is easily Jennifer Lawrence's acting. She was what made the film, at least somewhat, entertaining. Not a whole lot of a transformation for herself, she is doing a lot of what she did in 'Mother!' here as well, but it works in the film's favor. The actor who should not have been in this is Robert Pattinson. Very miscast role. It's not that he's a bad actor, it's that his acting is dry and emotionless. This role required someone with a more tender screen presence. Had they stuck with the idea I had thought they were going with, he would've been just fine, but, again, then the movie went on for another 25 minutes, making you feel bad for his character, and obliterated that idea out of my head.

Overall, I couldn't recommend it. The meaning and emotion that could have been are all lost in this messy soup of a film. The acting is great and the cinematography is a stand out, but the lack of a cohesive plotline, an ending that dragged on and on, and the very miscast husband pushed this film all the way to the ground by the end of it. A shame, a daring and provocative performance just wasted because of somebody's idea of 'avent garde elevated cinema'.

2 dead loves out of 5.

I normally love Jennifer Lawrence movies but I absolutely hated this one. Very depressing and dark. Definitely not a comedy in any stretch of the imagination. Movies about mental health are usually ones I enjoy but not this one. I found Grace VERY unlikable and unrelatable. I felt sorry for her husband, baby and mother. And especially the poor dog. Just HATED this movie. I want my 2 hours back.

Here I thought we would see a great performance by an actress tormented by post-partem depression. This film seems to be more an exercise in displaying the talents of Jennifer Lawrence then concentrating on a film that might have been insightful and perhaps even enjoyable. The acting doesn't substitute for a film cut back and forth, with the music of John Prine playing continuously as if it was a mantra. This director makes a shambles of a story that the viewer could have more empathized with. A depressing film and not worth a single Oscar nod.

The buzz on this film is that it features a courageous, great performance by Jennifer Lawrence. And it is true to an extent. She plays Grace. A new mother who lives in an isolated part of Montana. She is slowly slipping into madness. She is a writer but is really having trouble adjusting to her new life as a mother. In between having sex with her husband, ignoring her baby and fantasizing if killing either herself of her husband, even maybe her baby. Is it isolating that's causing this? Post partum depression? Old trauma? The film doesn't seem to be interested in anything other than wanting to show Grace doing unexplainanle, mean, selfing this. Robert Pattinson is good as Jackson, her husband but is given nothing to do but to look either bewildered and helpless in the face if his wife's madness. The film is slow by design but there is no real great revelation that rewards the patience of the film's audience. I was bored, it's not as shocking is it thinks it is. Jennifer Lawrence performance is out there but it adds up to very little. Just a pretentious, slow film that is not as deep and daring as it thinks it is. As usual in this type of film, the story is told in non-linear fashion. Thus film uses it to disorient the view on purpose but just didn't work for me.

Arthouse trash.....

Grade: D.

Die, My Love? More like Day, For Night.

I'll give it this. The film taps into something authentic when it comes to looking at the impulsiveness that comes with depression. When it's jarring by showing something destructive happening, you feel it, and it feels real. Also, Jennifer Lawrence is very good, even though she doesn't really have an actual film to work with.

This thing is abysmally written and paced. A good performance and a certain honesty about mental illness - and how it feels - can only take this so far. There are parts of this film where it was almost like someone was trying to kneecap those somewhat redeeming qualities. You can have a film that's unpredictable and that shows a sense of psychological deterioration, but you still need pacing or a sense of momentum/escalation.

Die My Love has none of that, and whatever it's trying to be beyond a depiction of depression (and it is trying to be other things; it has to, with a runtime of about two hours), it fails. There's a randomness that doesn't feel clever or particularly purposeful; more just lazy. But I also thought Lynne Ramsay's previous film, You Were Never Really Here, was smug and kind of frustrating, so take my take with a decent amount of salt (We Need to Talk About Kevin was good, though).

Imagine you take a gifted filmmaker, give her some wonderfully talented actors and let her roam free with an adaption of a serious book. What could go wrong?

As it turns out, everything.

This is a painfully underdeveloped storyline that meanders in utter slow motion, repeating itself and kicking in the exact same door over and over again.

It's so pretentious you would expect a first year undergrad films school student to churn out something this lame.

Who in their right mind read and approved this mess, and later agreed that this edit was good enough to show the world and demand the audience to pay to watch it.

It's incomprehensible that Martin Scorsese has his name on it as one of producers.

Just got out of the cinema. Worst movie on the festival I currently am at, maybe worst movie I've seen this year.

Movie starts nowhere, takes you nowhere, and every minute of the journey is tiring and uncomfortable.

Artistic choices are all over the place, scenes are completely meaningless and drag on for to long, there is no story whatsoever, even top notch world best actors couldn't save this film.

Truly unpleasant view of a young woman (Jennifer Lawrence) post-natal, living in squalor and going mad. She's supposed to be a writer but we never see that, beyond dripping fluids on a piece of paper. I find these films tough: if the character doesn't give a damn about themselves, why should I? Nobody is likeable in Die My Love. It's an ugly movie from start to finish.

First time in my life I've left the theater. Boring. Even the actors struggled to play.

The worst part is the annoying sounds throughout the movie. I don't know for how long you hear this crazy dog barking non stop, baby crying, flies buzzing.

What a disappointment.

Better donate your money to a homeless person.

"Die My Love" follows young couple Grace and Jackson (Jennifer Lawrence and Robert Pattinson), who relocate to Jackson's rural hometown in Montana for a new start. The couple soon welcome the birth of a son, but their relationship splinters as Grace descends into severe mental illness, while an often emotionally-absent Jackson falters in supporting her.

This emotionally exhausting film by Lynne Ramsay (no stranger to darkness) is a psychological rollercoaster that, despite lacking in some exposition, is no less an effective, turbulent, and abstract journey into one individual's mental decline. Many have characterized this film as one about postpartum depression, but I believe this is both an oversimplification and a mischaracterization. As someone whose lifelong best friend has suffered from inconsistently-medicated bipolar disorder for decades, I found that this film succinctly illustrated exactly what this disorder looks like to a level that is uncanny. Grace's temperament and actions throughout reminded me so much of my friend that I found the film at times extremely difficult to watch.

In terms of story, "Die My Love" is fairly sparse. The film mostly consists of a push-and-pull, a chaotic dance between Grace and Jackson that is both exasperating and occasionally touching. There remains a clear sense that, despite their respective flaws and problems, the two deeply care for each other; however, there is a vortex in the room consuming Grace that goes unchecked for far too long. Grace's reality is entirely obfuscated by her illness, while a distracted Jackson is ill-equipped to be a source of legitimate support. His mother, Pam (Sissy Spacek), who is experiencing her own grief, seems to intuitively recognize the emotional forces that are consuming Grace, but her efforts also remain limited due to a number of interpersonal family dynamics.

The storytelling here employs nonlinear and abstract tactics that are, for the most part, effective. I do think it suffers from a lack of exposition, as the audience gets no real sense of who these people were before Grace's decline. Instead, we are dropped into their lives at the precipice of all this turmoil. A few details about Grace's past eventually emerge near the film's conclusion, but it feels like a case of "too little, too late." Perhaps this was done intentionally so as to mimic the unpredictable, hard-and-fast progression of some mental illnesses, but I still felt as though there was an undergirding to the two leads characters that was sorely missed. Despite this, both Lawrence and Pattinson's performances are outstanding, and Spacek serves as a warm (albeit often helpless) maternal figure between the two.

There is a repetitive nature to the events that unfold as the film hurls toward its conclusion which some may find a slog to get through (and I do think it could have benefitted from some slight editing), but I mainly found it a slog because it was a painful and dispiriting viewing experience. Given my experiences with Ramsay's other films, I expected this, but it hit me harder because it brought up many personal memories. Despite what flaws it may have, as an emotional portrait, it is a real gut-punch of a film. 7/10.

The acting may have been great, but wow this was a stupid movie! So many pointless scenes and you're never really sure if they are real, a dream, a hallucination, her imagination, or a flashback. There was no plot, no story, no continuity - just bizarre episodes of a crazy person. And why is pregnant Jennifer Lawrence naked for no reason so much? Very odd!

Please stop casting Jennifer Lawrence in these kinds of roles: impatient, grumpy, aggressive, unstable, rude, crazy, and out of control. Her performances feel repetitive and boring. She is a good actress, but can she be given a different kind of role? I also believe this character would feel stronger if it were played by another actor. I kept seeing echoes of her previous films in this one.

As for the ending, the fire imagery feels forced and cliché. I couldn't enjoy the film, and the male lead didn't really have much room to develop his character either.